Meant to Be {Final Spinoff~Jeran/Vy}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce

There was a time that absolutely no one had the guts to go up against Vy. Dudes and chicks alike understood very well she was top dog in the career aspect. She wasn't ever afraid to break the rules... or someone's bone. And pain was also always irrelevant to her, making the odds even more in her favor. Then Brooklyn came about, and a couple years later that invisibility seems to slowly be fading from the older Blonde. So much so that all she remembers last is being carried out of the woods, after things -she'd rather forget- occurred.

It must of all been a dream. To feel comforted by someone -she cares about greatly- holding her is silly. Not just that, but bringing her to safety. Must of been a figment of her imagination. She's certain of it. Maybe she never even moved to another town, and none of that happened. Having the best and worst moments with a group of amazing people didn't occur. This was only a final ending to a long dream. How she'd never take any of it back, even if she could.

The idea alone feels miserable and cold. Being in a town of enemies, with Brittany, and only the light of Brooklyn. Perhaps she wouldn't of made it. Probably of gotten into irreversible trouble, landing in the same spot she's in now. What the emotion would be like is unwelcoming and as painful as her leg...her leg. Because all of that did occur, and as bad as the physical pain is, she couldn't be more relieved.

Everything's extremely heavy, but still it's real. To not be dead, or waking up in a town she despises, is well worth it. 'Course now that she's getting around to the movement of her eyes, sleep sounds a whole lot better. With the gratitude that she's where she should be, comes the worry of what happened. The only thing her mind can wrap around is Jins strolling away. Memories of Jeran come into play, though that could of very well of actually been a dream. It's all a confusing mess, and the only way she'll straighten it out is by staying awake.

Slowly but surely Vy's eyes come around to opening. Least the pain isn't as overwhelming as before, and though it's cold the surroundings aren't as bad as the dirt floor. Instantly her slanted eyes connect with the only one else in the room, or two. Without say a small smile forms across her bruised face, and tears sting the bottom of her eyes. Seeing Brooklyn safely asleep in Jeran's arm is more then Vy could ever wish for. "Hey." Her voices cracks out lightly. "How is everyone?" She automatically has to ask, while her heart skips a beat at her own words. If someone aside from Jins didn't make it...she doesn't even want to consider the idea.

[*]

Nineteen years old with a peacekeeper title describes the young man sitting in the corner of the room. Add a two year old into the mix and it becomes everybit as confusing as ever because peacekeepers aren't allowed to have children while they are promised to the capitol. Yet, here he is with this curly, blond haired little girl in his arms snoozing away the hours of the night. His breaths are even, almost matching that of the little girl. Yet, her breathing seems to double what his is because of her slumbering stupor.

"She'll be alright little one." He remarks as he takes a small dab of wetness from her eyes. She was restless getting to sleep and he had to walk with her for almost an hour before she finally fell under the sandman's spell, or rather curse for her age. Still, he was surprised that she didn't throw much of a tantrum trying to sleep. Just the tears that he was currently wiping away from her sleeping self. Unknowingly, he yawned and then trained his eyes to the hospital bed where his fellow peacekeeper lay. Completely white and sickly looking, she was and he shook his head at the sight of her.

"Vy, you need to get better. Remember what I said... you have obligations to attend to." He states just out of the blue into the quiet, half-lit room. A whimper and a heavy sigh comes from Brooklyn as he holds her tighter to his body, and lets his head go back until it touches the wall. His eyes though go between two things: the child in his arms, and the monitors that are hooked up to Vy.

"Hey."

As if he was started awake, he jerked slightly hearing the crackled voice of his comrade.

"How is everyone?"

He nods slightly and eyes the little one in his arms. "Better than you are, I assume. She finally went to sleep about thirty minutes ago. Poor thing was so tired. Restless. She misses her mom." He plainly says the word as if he already knew what their relationship was although the last time he still called her Brooklyn's sister. This time, there are no formalities to cross and he says it with a message for her.

"How are you doing, Vy?" He questions her and stands up slowly and turns to the chair, nestling the child on the seat and grabbing the blanket to cover her up. Satisfied, he walks over to the bed, and very slowly pulls the chair to her bedside and sits. He is silenced at the sight of her open eyes and cracking lips from dehydration. Then he finally says what's on his mind. "You scared the shit out of me."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Hearing that the group is probably doing better then she is feels like the release of a huge breath after a long wait. As if Vy could finally breathe and accept everything that happened. To her current knowledge none of her friends are badly hurt, and Brooklyn's even sleeping comfortably in this room...though she wasn't this well-behaved until a short bit ago. Usually Brittany's here to take away the Tyke when Vy's gotten herself in a bad predicament. But tonight they got a taste of what it's like without the Witch's help, and sadly poor Jeran got the butt end of it all.

"Thanks for... taking care of her." Vy whispers her gratitude in two chunks, her eyes staying glued to the two people she cares about greatly. Can only imagine all that he's had to juggle tonight, while also looking after Brooklyn.

If the little one's here, that probably means it's because Kyanite's not home. Which can only be because she's in a bed herself, or beside one. Needing specifics on how everyone's doing is as painful as her own condition, but badgering Jeran with questions isn't much of an option with her lack of energy. Even pulling out another word seems to be an impossible task without a few minutes of a break. Meanwhile she listens to Jeran's sweet voice questioning how she's doing. Watching closely as he settles Brooklyn down in the large chair off in the corner of the room, then moves closer until he's in a seat beside Vy's bed.

He's not close enough, but of course Vy wouldn't actually say that. "I'm dandy." She finally gets around to answering, following with a deep breath to recover from the words her vocals don't want to form. Of course she denies any of her pain, physical or mental. This is Vy though. Discomfort is only a weakness, and honestly her worries are far more on the ones she care about. Is Kyanite alright? And her baby? Was Matthew stabbed again? There's no telling.

Before she can bring her voice around again, Jeran beats her to the punch. What actually comes from his lips is a little shocking though. Never in a million years did she think her safety would concern anyone, let alone cause worry in someone. But apparently it has, and to the amazing guy next to her. She must still be dreaming. "I'm sorry." But just incase she's not, her soft sincere voice replies with the only thing that'll satisfy the ache in her chest.

"What happened?" She manages to ask with her raspy tone. If only she could get around to requesting his comfort, instead of just the reassurances that everything's okay now. "Is, Jins..." Her voice doesn't travel any further. Whether it's because of exhaustion or the topic, it's like the medicine's decided to stop working and the pain's as gruesome as before. Her beaten face scrunching up from the nasty taste of it all.

[*]

He sits with baited breath nearest to her as he can, but keeping that distance. He wasn't her lover or boyfriend. He was only a really good friend with whom he's shared a few, delicate kisses with. Those small intimate moments were enough to get him to the point of attachment to her. A form bonded with her enough that he seems to have taken a protective role over her. She even claims that she's 'dandy' to which he asked if she was doing alright. That in itself tells him just what he needs to know; she will be alright. He gives her a small grin, only raising up one side of his lips.

Before he can let her speak anymore, he has to express his internal hate for how much she had frightened him. In the years that he's been alive, fear is something he's never expressed and very rarely to anyone, even his own sister. To voice it out, curse word and all, to the woman laying in the bed has to be the first for him.

"I'm sorry." She voices, using up her energy to speak in such a weird, soft voice that he's never had the displeasure to hear before. It just wasn't her. This woman layin in the bed, despite her need to assure him that she's fine, just isn't the Vy he remembers and just for that, he knows how awfully hurt she really is.

"Don't be. Just don't do it again." He says right after she gets those painful words out to him. Then a moment later, she wastes more energy trying to find out what happened when he clearly didn't want to tell her at all the first time she had asked. If she's wanting to know that bad, then he has to tell her because keeping things from her just isn't something he's ever done.

"Is, Jins..." He don't say a word, but nods his head in a slow formation and dips his head down, then when his eyes go back up to her, the pain that she's expressing comes out to scare him again.

"Vy? You alright? Talk to me..." He gets up, placing a hand on her arm then exiting the room. Only a moment later, a nurse rushes in with him to check over her stats and to go over a well rehearsed list of questions. As he stands aside, waiting for the nurse to finish what she has to, she releases a syringe full of meds into the line connected to her arm and moments later, walks out again.

"Kya's doing fine. Shaken up. Sore. Baby's great." He decides to go with something calm to start off with. He don't even think that Ky will want to tell her herself but instead just goes with the flow of things. "Her and Matthew are going to have a little girl. They were able to find out when they did the initial exam on Ky when she was brought in."

He waits a few more moments and studies her facial expression to see the medicine working on her pain levels. "Jins is dead. Matthew took care of him. Kya has so many people watching out for her. I wish I could have been there to save you from this." Silence for a few moments takes effect before he speaks again.

"Brody took a bullet to protect Kya. Saved her and the baby. You did to. I hate that it happened to you, Vy. I hate that it happened to either of you. I can't imagine what shape Kya would be in if she was the one that had walked though the door at home with him there. I'm so sorry, Vy." He takes her hand in his and runs his thumb across her skin.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The slightest grin comes across Vy's exhausted expression. Telling her to stay out of trouble is like suggesting her to keep away from Jeran. Even after getting caught at the academy, that has yet to happen. What can she say, she's drawn to danger. She wants to reassure that she'll try not to, but her few words don't want to be wasted on an unrealistic promise. Instead they go for something that might ease her worries...or perform the complete opposite by evoking more pain then she can handle. Just the idea of Jins has her cringing in despair.

Did the drugs run out? Because it feels like her leg's on fire again, and even Jeran isn't reacting very well. Guess this is what it's like to be seriously injured. As much as she wants to, she can't even pull herself around to answering him with more then a head nod. Obviously that doesn't cut it for being alright. And after the briefest moment of his touch on her shoulder, he's out the door to retrieve help.

A bright light from the hallway is temporarily blinding until the door clamps shut again. Takes a minute, but Vy's eyes adjust upon a nurse that's clearly been asking an array of questions. All of which the Blonde has completely missed. She catches the word pain and instinctively begins nodding her head some more. The feeling of something getting pumped into her arm is relieving enough; and in no time the nurse is finally exiting with satisfaction in her job. That burning sensation begins to slowly fade, while Jeran's voice reaches out to provide even more support.

Knowledge on how everyone is doing is finally given. Most importantly they're all alive, and especially the little one inside of Kyanite. From the sound of it, her Sprout's doing the best out of everyone. It's unexplainable how good it is to hear that. A small smile returns back to Vy's face, even if it does only last a couple of seconds. On top of their wellbeing, the gender of the baby was also discovered. Automatically a sort of chuckle comes from her sore throat. Can't believe Matthew's going to be stuck with another little girl. It's refreshing humor after everything that happened.

Then the good information gets spilled, that Jins is officially dead. No news could be sweeter at this time. Luckily Matthew overtook him this round, and Kyanite had a handful of people watching out for her. The gratitude is unexplainable. But for some reason Jeran doesn't take this news as happily as Vy. Only guilt over what happened to the Blonde is on his mind, just as hers was while in the woods. He doesn't think he saved her. "You did." She corrects with a race of her heart, that sounds a machine for a mere moment. Damn heart-monitor, giving away her feelings on her hero. Hopefully he takes it for something else.

Just a smidgen of more detail is given, like on how O'Rourke was also shot while trying to save Kyanite and her baby. Great, another thing that wouldn't of happened if Vy had done better in the woods. If she had walked away instead of Jins. But if everything didn't occur as it did, who knows what the alternative outcome would of been. Despite it all, Vy could never regret being the first to encounter the enemy. But Jeran still feels the need to apologize anyways. "Don't be." She jokingly mocks to the best of her ability.

"I'm glad it was me." As odd as it is, it's the complete truth. Plus there's no telling if she'd ever get this concerned, warming side of Jeran in any other way. Like how he then scoops up her freezing hand within his warm ones. Gently gliding his touch across her skin as if to slowly bring back her temperature. Her own finger tips lightly press into the back of his hand, just as she did out in the woods with him. That wasn't all a dream, she's fully aware of that now. It's whether she's okay with it that confuses her. Currently she wouldn't even think of denying his comfort though.

[*]

The quiet room is broken by little bits of conversation. Her voice and his mixing together making the room sound just perfect together. Add in the little heavy breaths from the little girl on the chair and it seems almost perfect like that one night they had shared at her house before moved in with him and Kya. If only this wasn't the hospital. If only they could be at his house and him and her were just laying on the couch together again, it would be perfect.

But it's not.

Apologies are given and expressed with hints of regret, but the blond in front of him doesn't see it that way at all. Her dry, hoarse voice mentions that he shouldn't be sorry for all that happened. Then something he didn't expect comes next from her. He's already shaking his head, dropping it low and bending over is leg just slightly to a slouching position.

"I'm glad it was me."

"Don't say that, please, Vy. Don't wish that on yourself. Don't say that cause you can't possibly imagine what it feels like to have to see the people around you being hurt. You have no clue what it's like to see the people around you that you lo.." He pauses a moment to correct himself. "care for be laid up in bed."

He keeps rubbing his thumb against her skin for a few more moments before stopping and just holding her hand in his own. He seems amazed at how pale her skin is against his own. Even more so, her fingers react just slightly and presses the tips against his hand. Just the same type of motion she gave hime when they were out in the woods and he had to be the one to press her for questions and that was the only sure sign that she was alive. He engulfs her hand in his, hiding her hand away for no one to see and resting it on the bed. His fingers tighten around her entire hand and he keeps it there.

A sigh.

A grin.

"Vy, you amaze me. You are always so strong." He comes out with all of a sudden. "I wouldn't be surprised if you are out of here tomorrow... despite what the doctors want you to do."

He removes his hand from on top of hers and leans back in the chair. His gaze seems to wander off in the room at the monitors that are hooked up to her. Ever so slowly does those honey brown eyes linger over to the sleeping child whose thumb seems to have found her mouth and ever so quaintly only sucks on the tip of it. A small chuckle comes from him immediately.

"Does she always do that?" He questions. With a shake of his head, he leans back up and quickly takes her hand in his against and quickly presses his lips to her knuckles, kissing lightly. "You're hands are freezing. You cold?"

Without waiting for an answer, he grabs the blanket that's folded up at the end of her bed and starts to unfold it and lay it on her. He's mindful of where her hips are, and where her arms are laying. He's visually mapping out the portions of her body to the oversided bed and just as he gets the blanket up to her chest and lightly lets it touch her neckline, he sits beside her on the bed.

"Promise me that you won't do anything so heroic next time, Vy." He lop-sidedly grins at her and very gently lets the back of his hand caress her bruised face.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

If it hadn't been Vy to first arrive home to where creepy Jins lurked, things wouldn't of turned out so lucky for them. Not saying that the way everything went down was perfect. But if it was Kyanite that got jumped, held at gun point, and taken to the woods, there's an uncomfortably good chance that her little one -if not them both- wouldn't of made it. Risking one life instead of two is well worth it, no matter how Jeran counteracts this.

One thing she never considers is how it effects others mentally. Her mind was only wrapped around her failure to save them, not the idea that they might of actually suffered if more had happened to her. Sure Brooklyn would be upset, and they'd be stuck with more responsibilities then they need, but that's as far as her self-worth goes. Guess she should think about changing that mentality, because for the second time Jeran expresses how it has negatively impacted him when Vy assumed it wouldn't.

But what was that word he didn't finish and decided to correct?

Lucky for him Vy has no willpower to protest or argue against him. Perhaps he's even right, though that's probably just the drugs talking. So instead of forcing out any words, she simply enjoys the presence of her hand within his. Every squeeze, shift, or move practically bringing her hand back to life with his comforting touch. This alone is perfect, but Jeran feels the need to add the cherry on top with his precious voice.

There's no more lecture over her irresponsibility when it comes to getting in trouble. This time he completely shifts it with a compliment over how strong Vy is. Automatically a light grin comes across her face in return, and even more so when he suggests that she'll be out of here by tomorrow. "That'd be good." A sort of half chuckle and sigh has her chest shaking, though it doesn't touch her small smirk in the least. She can already tell leaving tomorrow is not going to happen. The positivity is nice though.

Sadly his hand retrieves away from hers, and it's as if the heat's been sucked from the room. A shiver goes down Vy's spine while she tries to focus on where Jeran's eyes are traveling to. It's not as easy as a task as it usually is, but his next words give an obvious clue. Takes a second but her eyes adjust to the still-sleeping toddler, looking like an angel as she always does in slumber. Tonight there's a thumb attached to her lips, and Jeran questions if she always does that. "Only when she's been crying all night." Vy explains in a whisper, though an entire breath. Guess the drugs and staying calm is working. "Sorry 'bout that." Couldn't of been easy for him, especially after everything that happened to.

Again Vy's hand is taken within Jeran's; and though it was only there minutes ago, the temperature he provided is already far gone. Not even his smooth lips can bring back a hint of warmth. He questions if she's as cold as she feels, and before she can pull herself around to answering, he's pulling another blanket on top of her. The true warmth comes when he sits right beside her though.

A request to be a little less heroic arrives, while he gently trails the back of his hand down her damaged face. What a sly move. All Vy wants to do is melt into his touch, and disagreeing is not the way to do that. She soaks into the moment before speaking the inevitable. "You know I can't." Still her head stays leaned on his hand, hoping her lack of a promise won't change anything. "Thanks for rescuing me again." Just incase she adds in something that has to keep him here...though she does have more up her sleeve.

She's never been the type to complain or ask for things, but tonight's a load of exception. "I'm still cold." And Vy will do just about anything to make sure Jeran doesn't leave. Possibly even the opposite if she could get him closer. Her eyes staring up at him as if to plead for him to make it all alright.

[*]

"Does she always do that?" His voice comes out as he watches the small child suck on her thumb. A harmless thing kids do that usually is more of a comfort quest then anything else for a youngster, but the question still comes out as if to lighten to mood in the room. Vy's response is quite accurate as the child kept crying to see her mom and refused to really sleep for almost an hour. She finally did and it was wonderful to get her to that point that she nestled up against his neck and her arms dangled over his shoulders as he walked the hallways until she had finally conked out.

"Don't worry about it. It gives me plenty of practice for what my sister is fixing to do to me. I'm almost more than sure that she'll be putting me in charge of diaper duty or babysitting or something. Who knows... practice is practice." He tells her and immediately goes to pulling the blankets up on her to keep her warm and sitting right next to her hip. Sitting on the bed seems to be giving more than just one simple gesture. It's more than him just saying he's there for her. It's a sign of his need to be closer to someone he almost lost completely.

His hand moves slowly against her skin, across her damaged cheek and finally letting his hand rest on the pillow just under her neck. Propping himself up, he keeps his eyes on her and generally scans her features. On the outside, he only keeps this stern looking face yet inside he's crumbling.

"Thanks for rescuing me again."

A genuine smile appears as well as his head dipping down, almost embarrassed by the gratitude that she just expressed.

"If you would quit getting in trouble, I wouldn't have to. You have a serious problem, don't you?" He teases her whole-heartedly. His other than, free at the moment, rubs the opposite arm slowly up and down, trying to work the blood to move in her extremities to warm her up. Only she announces yet again that she's still cold. To what could that mean? To what extent is she still cold and he wonders how he can help.

"Another blanket?" He questions her, but then there's that small stare that she seems to give him and it's as if this little light goes off in his head explaining what she wants. Without another moment to pass them by, he takes each second to lean in closer to her and just barely lingers near her lips. "Or... something more warming?"

Slowly, but needed, he presses his lips against hers, bringing his hand up under her cheek and under her chin to assist her so that she don't have to move to much. The kiss may not have lasted long enough, but he didn't want to hurt her, nor did he want to take it too far incase the medicine was the culprit for those bedroom eyes she just gave him. "Better? Warmer? I can take better care of you at home. Just saying..." A small chucklet escapes his lips uncharacteristically.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Seems like the closer Jeran was, the warmer everything became. Not even the thickest blanket compares to him just being a foot away. Heat radiating from his skin and his breath. If only Vy could draw him even closer. Maybe the ice around her heart will finally thaw, and that's been there way longer then this freezing temperature taking over her body. Though his words alone might be performing that, as he expresses that it was no big deal putting Brooklyn to sleep. Even if she was probably crying and resisting for who knows how long. That's just Jeran.

Every sentence that flows from his lips slowly change Vy's lifelong perspective on her future love life. Perhaps there is just one person out there, or here, for her. He's even willing to put up with all her baggage, including Brooklyn...and take it for something good. This is all just crazy talk, but for right now she couldn't love it more. Damn drugs, making her feel way more then she should. Something she'd never admit to even slips out.

The sensation of his touch against her sore skin just forced it out. He saved her, and he has a right to know. Though he might not completely agree by the looks of it. There was a glimpse of a small smile, but he also hides his face away by gazing down. If only Vy had the strength to raise his chin up and bring him closer. Instead she listens while he turns it into one of their common jokes.

From how it may appear, she might have an addiction to getting into trouble and being saved by Jeran. It is fun after all. A serious problem though? "Yeah." Vy decides not to argue, but only grins back. Again he is probably right, and she'll say he is as long as it keeps him close.

If there's a way to quicken things up though, she'll take that option. Being completely blunt is a strategy, or she can try for the hinting way...which doesn't really work until her eyes finally get her point across. No more is needed, and slowly but surely his face becomes an inch away from her own. Yes, he is what she was asking for. "Please." She hardly gets out before his lips gently graze upon hers, and she's instantly captured.

As if he couldn't be more of a gentleman, he holds up her chin to pull her further into the kiss. Small beeps from the machines informs just how much she enjoys the kiss, till they sadly get torn apart far too soon. The subtle sound settles as Vy does, just to be brought back up for a second because of Jeran's suggestion. A single much louder one rings through her ears and forms a blush under her purple and black cheeks. What can she say? Jeran's beyond attractive, and seductive when he's not even fully intending to be. It got her excited.

"Damn you." Vy attempts to laugh past the embarrassment of this, while her eyes focus back on the perfection sitting beside her. That would of heated her right back up, but maybe they can come to a different agreement. "Lay with me at least?" She asks in a hushed voice, like a kid asking for desert before dinner. After running around all night, he must be tired. "Got plenty of room..." A heavy breath is needed from all these words. "And you're warm." Is her final statement as her eyes begin to grow heavy, but refuse to budge from him.

[*]

Lips touch. Heart monitor beeps. Warmth is spread. A duo of friends kiss at last. Through the thick of the night and the harshest of images are finally laid to rest. Jeran looks to the girl in front of him, his heart fluttering fast as he let his lips touch hers and show her what he's been needing. What she was wanting. The hours of uncertainty was enough to put a physical hurt upon his chest until he learned that she was going to be okay. From the moment he picked her up and carried her out of the woods, he wasn't sure if she was going to make it. He had hope though.

That hope was lasting.

For now, he tries, as he sits by her side to take care of her. To get her warmer as he suggested he could better at home, but with what means could he do that here? Vy, on the other hand, already seems to answer that for him. Small phrases. Tiny movements. She wants him to lay with her. Whose he to deny her what she truely wants?

"Lay with me at least?" She asks and Jeran, for a moment, shakes his head. He doesn't want to take up the part on the bed that's meant for her. He doesnt want to aggrivate her injuries or make her feel anymore pain by moving, but she keeps insisting.

"Got plenty of room... and you're warm." She requests his presence because of his warmth. She wants him to be beside her and it has his mind racing with thoughts that she might be scared or hurting and just need that physical contact after what that bastard had done to her. His hands did this to her. Jins had harmed her beyond belief while he was at the center and not knowing that she was dying.

Slowly, but surely, he shifts his body and sits on the bed. Ever so slowly, he puts his arm under her neck and manuevers his way into her bed. Even though he was still on top of the covers, he makes sure to pull her tight, but not too tight, to his body and circle his arm over her body. His chin resting on top of her head and his legs touching her only good one.

"I'm so sorry, Vy. I'm sorry he hurt you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. You'll never have to go through that again and I'll give my last breath to keep that promise to you." His voice is quiet, whispering those words to her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Who would of thought straightforwardly asking for something, could actually bring it. No bullshit, or sarcasm. Just openly requesting for a desire. Vy certainly didn't, it's never been a strategy of hers. Then again she's never had a need like this. Guess she can thank the drugs for the push. Even more so when Jeran's warmth is beside her and words are no longer necessary.

Arms scoop around her as he gets comfortable, and she can't help but smile. Even as a child she was never held by Brittany. What just occurred, the pain and chance of death, only evokes that. That need to be wrapped in Jeran's grip. The sensation of feeling safe for a change. She never even imagined that his closeness would cause that, till now. Intertwining her impaired fingers through his as if he wasn't near enough. Every inch providing the warmth she felt she'd never get back, the security she assumed she'd lost for good.

A voice breaks out and reminds Vy that life is more then a bundle of warmth, as much as she'd love for it to be. Still she listens carefully to his words, absorbing them, though she wouldn't on any other occasion. They sting. The memories that Jins got the upper-hand. Watching him stroll away to inflict harm on everyone she cares about. Being convinced she wasn't going to make it out of those woods. It has her curling up in Jeran's holds instead of replying. Those last words swirling her head as much as the first.

Does he really care about her that much? The drugs are telling her so, along with his voice. But most importantly it's his presence. If anything, just him being here, close nonetheless, told her that. Least it's a promise that will last tonight, right now. "Don't do that, I like your breath." Completely off the topic, but the drugs and exhaustion can do that...especially with the addition that it is Vy. For this instances, she only wants to care about this amazing feeling around her.

There's an empty space among her own arms; the space in front of her, though the back is very much fulfilled. "Can you get Brooklyn?" Vy asks out of the blue. "I haven't held her since I dropped her off..." Her voice cuts off and that coldness overtakes her again, she almost regrets her request.

But then that sleeping beauty is beside her, without a budge in her slumber. It brings tears to Vy's eyes though she only sucks them back. Immediately the little one has her little corner among her mother's arms, whom purposely leaves half the bed still open. "You better get back here to." She doesn't even care if her wounded leg gets smothered in pain because of this. These are the two people she needs to be close to at this moment.